The street was teeming with people, a sea of unfamiliar faces. Zhao Yun searched for quite a while, but Zhao Yan was nowhere to be seen.
As the crowd thickened, the space grew increasingly cramped. Being on the short side, Zhao Yun was easily lost in the shuffle; people bumped into her and stepped on her feet, one after another. Between the physical jostling and the mounting mental distress, she finally realized she was in trouble. The joy of watching the sugar-figure artist had long since evaporated.
"Hey! What’s this kid doing here?" A middle-aged man with an irritable expression snapped impatiently. He pointed at Zhao Yun and barked, "Move it, kid! Don’t get in the way. Go find somewhere else to stand."
Chapter 238